I collect them and keep them as intact as possible. They are carefully transported to my studio and photographed as they were originally found, including any dirt, rocks and other debris. The photos are then mounted and preserved with a resin, creating a similar metaphorical effect to found insects preserved - in-situ - in amber.

The gloves exude a sense of longing, portraying a stilled-life, a memento more. There is also a sense of animism in each found glove, and if it is made of leather, in the animal whose body it came from. And there is a longing that permeates the wearer who lost it. Who wore it? What was their trade or craft? What did they feel when they discovered their loss?